It Took Me By Surprise
Yesterday gave me a sense of what I will be like as a dad.
And let me tell you, it took me by surprise.
The day started off pretty normal. I woke up early, washed some clothes and cleaned up a bit. Then I went to work. (Pretty normal so far).
I had on my calendar Chanynn’s track meet at 4:15 in Strongsville, so I had to adjust my work schedule. I wasn’t even sure if she was still on the track team, but I figured that I call Kandis to find out. I also had to call the gutter company (no free plugs) and set up an appointment to have them work on the house. I talked to Daisie, the Club’s accountant, about our taxes. And this was amid numerous discussions about different grants, billings, and payroll. I worked on two other grants, made my rounds at the different Units, and answered calls while driving to Strongsville.
I arrived at the track meet to Chanynn’s surprise and gave her a few tips on not burning out during warm up. The coach (who is also her math teacher) agreed. During the meet, I joked with the Strongsville coach and waited “patiently” until Chanynn’s turn.
And then it happened… the inside of me began to… I don’t know… stir up. The competitive juices started to flow. I had to literally keep telling myself, “Don’t yell out.
Don’t embarrass her. Don’t coach her. Don’t…” Too late!
When Chanynn’s name was called I reached into my pocket and pulled out the digital camera. I began circling the shot put area taking pictures. I took close ups, reverse angles, wide shots. After her first attempt I said, “Chanynn keep your arm up.” After the second attempt I noticed that she had an improper technique that could hurt her arm. I said, “You hurt your arm a little didn’t you? Make sure that you don’t throw the shot.” After her last attempt, I reminded her not to leave the circle until the judge says “Mark”. Then I circled into position to take more pictures. I told Chanynn “Good job” and I stepped back; back to reality. And I began to think, “Oh no. What is happening to me?” I have to go home.
Once I arrived at home, Kandis and I began talking about Friday’s events. I was still feeling, let’s say, “different”. Then Kandis asked me if I wanted to read to the baby.
O.K.
I ran upstairs, grabbed a Pooh book and read to my child the story of Pooh and the bees. We both knew that the baby more than likely couldn’t hear us, but I read that story like my child was tucked into his or her sheets and getting ready for bed. I read that story like I had never read a story before. And after I finished I kissed Kandis’ belly, returned the book, and finished the night enjoying our favorite show “C.S.I.”.
After a day of house chores, work, schedule adjustments, home repair, tax scheduling, track meets, and a night time book readings, yesterday gave me a sense of what I will be like as a dad.
And let me tell you, it took me by surprise.
And let me tell you, it took me by surprise.
The day started off pretty normal. I woke up early, washed some clothes and cleaned up a bit. Then I went to work. (Pretty normal so far).
I had on my calendar Chanynn’s track meet at 4:15 in Strongsville, so I had to adjust my work schedule. I wasn’t even sure if she was still on the track team, but I figured that I call Kandis to find out. I also had to call the gutter company (no free plugs) and set up an appointment to have them work on the house. I talked to Daisie, the Club’s accountant, about our taxes. And this was amid numerous discussions about different grants, billings, and payroll. I worked on two other grants, made my rounds at the different Units, and answered calls while driving to Strongsville.
I arrived at the track meet to Chanynn’s surprise and gave her a few tips on not burning out during warm up. The coach (who is also her math teacher) agreed. During the meet, I joked with the Strongsville coach and waited “patiently” until Chanynn’s turn.
And then it happened… the inside of me began to… I don’t know… stir up. The competitive juices started to flow. I had to literally keep telling myself, “Don’t yell out.
Don’t embarrass her. Don’t coach her. Don’t…” Too late!
When Chanynn’s name was called I reached into my pocket and pulled out the digital camera. I began circling the shot put area taking pictures. I took close ups, reverse angles, wide shots. After her first attempt I said, “Chanynn keep your arm up.” After the second attempt I noticed that she had an improper technique that could hurt her arm. I said, “You hurt your arm a little didn’t you? Make sure that you don’t throw the shot.” After her last attempt, I reminded her not to leave the circle until the judge says “Mark”. Then I circled into position to take more pictures. I told Chanynn “Good job” and I stepped back; back to reality. And I began to think, “Oh no. What is happening to me?” I have to go home.
Once I arrived at home, Kandis and I began talking about Friday’s events. I was still feeling, let’s say, “different”. Then Kandis asked me if I wanted to read to the baby.
O.K.
I ran upstairs, grabbed a Pooh book and read to my child the story of Pooh and the bees. We both knew that the baby more than likely couldn’t hear us, but I read that story like my child was tucked into his or her sheets and getting ready for bed. I read that story like I had never read a story before. And after I finished I kissed Kandis’ belly, returned the book, and finished the night enjoying our favorite show “C.S.I.”.
After a day of house chores, work, schedule adjustments, home repair, tax scheduling, track meets, and a night time book readings, yesterday gave me a sense of what I will be like as a dad.
And let me tell you, it took me by surprise.
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